There were two pairs of shiny keys waiting for me. One belonged to a Triumph Street Triple 675, the other one to Jennie's Mazda convertible.
(All moto-pics courtesy of Geoff)
Oh yeah, baby!
Rogey in action!
I can't believe it. That's not real. I am not here, it's all a dream.
No, it's not. Pinch me again, and I'll kill you dead.
Geoff taking close ups from the seat of the Mazda.
Watching Roger, and mimicking his line.
I was doing pretty well (or so I tend to believe).
22km of pure bliss.
This bike is incredible. (And I hear both guys say in sync: I told you so!) Nimble 170kg, a perfect seating position, anticipating every move, forgiving when taking it a bit too hot. Oh, it was GOOD. It was AWESOME. It was... better than... SEX even. Oh, well close enough, anyway. Yet again I am at a loss of words. It can't get any better than this.
Note to self: Need to ask Bobskoot, if we should go buy Street Triples. I know he loves them, too. Maybe we can cut a deal, if we were to buy two?
We stopped for coffee at the Whangapoua Store, where we chatted along with Steve Ferguson, store owner, rider (on motorized and pedal bikes) and avid blogger himself, who made the poor choice to live here all year round (that is when he isn't riding the Tour de France or the likes).
Two like-minded spirits
Meanwhile, unnoticed by Geoff, I checked out the Mazda, and made myself again familiar with driving stick. Not only that I hadn't had a manual gearshift car in decades, it was also all on the
Geoff was back on his bike faster than I could say 'Let's Go', assuming lead position with Roger following closely. They were a great team! I bet, they made it back to Coromandel Town in under ten minutes, while I took the time to snap some pics of the vistas. If you ever come to New Zealand, these roads are a must, see for yourselves.
Feeding time was near, and we were all in the mood for some smoked delicacies. Roger picked up some goodies for Terry, and soon we had to part, this time for good.
It was tough to see him ride away on his red lightning. I will dearly miss his company.
Good bye, Rogey and ride safely!
Meanwhile, my Tour de Coromandel wasn't finished yet, Geoff had some more seeing, and sighting in store for me. This is Coromandel Town Center.
And its police station.
Another view from the James' house.
We visited Mike Cogswell, a friend of Geoff's and local potter. Here, we admire his artwork.
Meet the artist.
Share his view.
Where the master must get his inspiration.
The road took us further up north, where it gives way to gravel, and the people are... well, different.
Here you will find serenity in a Buddhist convent, if you like. Or live a hippie life.
Or buy supplies in the last store before Nowhere.
Jennie and I were bathing in the late afternoon light before we turned around to have a final cup of tea at the James' house.
Thank you Roger and family. Thank you, Geoff and Jennie. Thanks to the colleagues, bosses and coworkers, and all those wonderful people I had the pleasure and the fortune to meet on my journey.